To rid myself of thoughts about Mr. Cooper's unexpected exploration of my womanhood and his apparent willingness to let me examine his genitalia I had spent the entire morning and early afternoon sprawled on my back on top of my bed re-reading "
Becumming a Woman
" written by a blonde co-ed named Roxanne.
Written as a diary she reported all of her naughty explicit and erotic liaisons in her freshman year of college. She had replaced proper words like 'penis' with 'cock' and 'vagina' with 'pussy' and she was getting closer and closer to losing her virginity, but she was still holding out.
On her first few dates she played the innocent little girl to the hilt. Making out she would ask to see his thingy. She would admire it by saying it looked like a delicious lollypop and then offer to lick and suck it if he would make a small contribution toward her college expenses.
I admired the way she controlled her suitors. That she expected and accepted money for her skills was just her way of assuring herself that she wasn't being taken advantage of like some empty-headed bimbo.
She would state flat out "I am still a virgin and I intend to stay that way, however, if you could help me; I'll give you a special treat that will make you happy and satisfied."
She would make up a desperate reason she needed twenty dollars the next morning. She had advanced from cuddling and feely-touchy to letting her dates molest and nibble her breasts and in turn she would stroke and suckle what she called their tasty treats.
After several profitable liaisons and the boys bragging about her talents she became known as the "lollipop girl" and became very popular on campus, so much so that she often had two or three no-dinner, no-dancing, no-movie dates a night.
Roxi was fascinated with the male genitals; describing each with clinical attributes. She cared less about what kind of body they were attached. She took on athletes and bookworms. Her detailed description of her techniques upon the sexual apparatus of many different men became more explicit and longer as I worked through the chapters.
I was determined to become just like Roxie; my first opportunity on campus was only a few short months away. In the meantime I could, if I dared to, practice on Mr. Cooper.
My eyes were tired and my kitty needed a break; I had been strumming and rubbing myself to higher and higher plateaus all day, as I re-read the good parts over and over and daydreamed that I was just as confident and capable of pleasing a man as she.
It was a beautiful day outside so I decided to walk over to the park for some sun and fresh air. I had graduated high school last Friday and was supposed to be looking for a summer job as part of my agreement with my parents for them to fund my college tuition.
I couldn't wait to get on a campus far from home and begin my own adventures with real men - not the stupid boys from around here. During the tumultuous years of puberty at school I had been a mouse, wanting nothing to do with boys. I kept my hair short and shaggy, never wore make-up, slouched, kept my eyes on the ground and frowned a lot.
As I matured I found my reputation as a loner an advantage to nurture. Nobody bothered me. I was left alone to plan my future. For the next three months I would be marking time until I could escape and start my adventures.
I bounced up off my bed and checked myself out in the mirror on the back of the door to my room. I was wearing my school uniform blouse and pleated skirt and nothing else. I had gotten a vengeful thrill out of clipping the buttons off my blouse, cutting the sleeves off, enlarging the armholes into large teardrop shaped vents on each side and slashing the unhemmed material so the blouse barely reached the bottom of my titties leaving the button hole and button plackets long so I could tie them beneath my chest.
In the right postures the slope of my firm breasts was easily viewable from the front and the sides. I had raised the hem of the knee-length skirt to just barely below my kitty and my gyrations in the mirror had revealed that I was exposing my all anytime I wasn't standing still. No white utility bra and no white cotton panties.
Fuck school rules - I was free!
I slipped on one of Daddy's tee shirts over my risqué uniform which was my standard summer attire when going out and about and gathered up my book and glasses then headed to the park. The cement was hot even through my flip-flops so I hurried along, anxious to get barefoot on the cool grass. At the entrance I saw a mostly vacant park. One tall bare-chested boy wearing shorts was shooting hoops. The playground beyond was empty of kids because the community pool was open at the far end.
He wasn't an ex-classmate so I decided to hit the bleachers and see if I could watch his cock jump around in his shorts. Roxie would do something like that and I suddenly wanted to be Roxie for just a minute or two. I was certainly dressed for it after I removed Daddy's shirt.
Reaching the bleachers I walked up to the top bench at the end, sat down and pretended to read my book. The boy was ignoring me so I had to up the ante. I casually fondled my breasts as I appeared to be reading. Looking for any sign of an unhampered appendage in the boy's shorts I tweaked first one and then the other nipple.
They both responded in appreciation as did my inner me. I slipped my hand down between my legs and caressed myself. I couldn't see any sign of flopping manhood on the boy. Surely, he had a penis. My intense concentration was noticed by the shooter. He waved; I waved back.
That was all it took. He palmed his ball and laid it on his hip and approached. (Roxie spoke to me. It was now or never.) As he stopped at the foot of the bleachers I spread my knees knowing that my short skirt wasn't covering my treasure.
He squinted up at me, and then shaded his eyes for a better view. With Roxie's encouragement I let my knees fall further apart as I leaned forward placing my elbows on my knees and let him see my titties push my blouse down and out.
He found his voice. "Sure is hot, isn't it?"
"Sure is. I'm sweating in places I don't usually sweat". (One of Roxie's lines.) I spread my knees further apart as if I was showing him just where I was sweating. His eyes were locked on my dark muff.
"Un, I was thinking of going behind the bushes and catching some rays."
I had no idea what he meant. "What do you mean?"
"Get some sun on my white parts. Care to join me?" This guy was well tanned everywhere I could see. I wanted to see what his white parts looked like, didn't I? He was inviting me to see for myself, wasn't he?
"I'm supposed to be looking for a job, besides; I don't even know your name."
